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延壽長生
Long Life from His Flesh
金角道:「你不曉得。我當年出天界,嘗聞得人言:唐僧乃金蟬長老臨凡,十世修行的好人,一點元陽未泄,有人吃他肉,延壽長生哩。」銀角道:「若是吃了他肉就可以延壽長生,我們打甚麼坐,立甚麼功,煉甚麼龍與虎,配甚麼雌與雄?只該吃他去了。等我去拿他來。」金角道:「你不晓得。我当年出天界,尝闻得人言:唐僧乃金蝉长老临凡,十世修行的好人,一点元阳未泄,有人吃他肉,延寿长生哩。」银角道:「若是吃了他肉就可以延寿长生,我们打甚么坐,立甚么功,炼甚么龙与虎,配甚么雌与雄?只该吃他去了。等我去拿他来。」
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金角道:「你不曉得。我當年出天界,嘗聞得人言:唐僧乃金蟬長老臨凡,十世修行的好人,一點元陽未泄,有人吃他肉,延壽長生哩。」
金角道:「你不晓得。我当年出天界,尝闻得人言:唐僧乃金蝉长老临凡,十世修行的好人,一点元阳未泄,有人吃他肉,延寿长生哩。」
Said Golden-Horn: “You don’t understand. When I left the celestial realm in years past, I heard it said among men that the Tang Monk is the Elder Golden Cicada come down into the mortal world, a good man of ten lifetimes’ cultivation, whose primal yang has never once been spent; and whoever eats his flesh will have his years prolonged and his life extended.”
金蟬長老 (Jīnchán zhǎnglǎo), "the Elder Golden Cicada," the Tang Monk’s prior incarnation. 元陽未泄, "primal yang unspent." 曉得/聞得 — 得 de; 長老 zhǎng but 長生 cháng.
銀角道:「若是吃了他肉就可以延壽長生,我們打甚麼坐,立甚麼功,煉甚麼龍與虎,配甚麼雌與雄?只該吃他去了。等我去拿他來。」
银角道:「若是吃了他肉就可以延寿长生,我们打甚么坐,立甚么功,炼甚么龙与虎,配甚么雌与雄?只该吃他去了。等我去拿他来。」
Said Silver-Horn: “If eating his flesh can prolong our years and extend our lives, then why sit in meditation, why build up merit, why refine the dragon and tiger, why mate the female and male? We ought simply to eat him and have done. Let me go and fetch him.”
煉龍與虎,配雌與雄 (liàn lóng yǔ hǔ, pèi cí yǔ xióng), "refine dragon and tiger, mate female and male" — internal-alchemy code. 長生 — 長 cháng; 甚麼 — 甚 shén (four times).
總評 Commentary
Golden-Horn supplies the doctrine that drives the entire novel’s plot: the Tang Monk is the Elder Golden Cicada reincarnated, a man of ten lifetimes’ cultivation whose “primal yang” (元陽) remains unspent, so that to eat his flesh is to gain longevity and long life. This is the standing rationale for every demon’s hunger throughout the Journey, here stated with unusual fullness.
Silver-Horn’s response is a small piece of comic theology: if the monk’s flesh confers immortality directly, then all the disciplines of internal alchemy — meditation, merit, the refining of “dragon and tiger,” the mating of “female and male” — are superfluous. His eagerness reduces the arduous Daoist path to a shortcut, a joke the novel repeatedly plays at its demons’ expense even as it takes the underlying alchemical scheme seriously.